Ever just wonder where the pain goes when it stops?
I swear, sometimes my brain will come up with the oddest questions when I just let it wander. Maybe I should buy it a leash or something…
So, what odd thoughts have you had lately?
Did the first guy who invented masking tape have to sit there and roll it onto the spool by hand?
I would just like to point out that it was my idea that she post this. I have no idea what the answer ism just had to say that. 
No, he used his pet goat to run around the cherry tree and spool it on the limbs.
I mean I just had to say that. Well, that was an extremely odd typo.
Coming from an extremely odd person, it seems fitting 
Why thank you!
Usually SoC only works when I’m either really tired or really tired and have taken quiet a few sinus meds.
I’m not close to either right now, sadly.
This guy in my clas has the most gorgeous eyes. I just kept looking across the room at them, and writing what came into my mind about them…
eyes the colour of tea with honey
deep and soulful
bright and cheerful
sad and frightened
warm and passionate
intelligent and insightful
wonderfully multifaceted
hopeful and kind
smiling and curious
wide open and laughing
long, dark eyelashes that come out to greet you
you could stare at them and see forever.
Mmmmmmm, I’d love to look at them forever.
That’s quite good.
Thanks. I was thinking of turning it into a paragraph blurb. If you haven’t noticed, I like brown eyed guys.
I have brown eyes 
::: does a happy dance :::
Hehehehehehe. ::happy dances right back for no apparent reason::
Here’s one…what is it you see…behind you. Out of your field of vision. It isn’t black where you can’t see. What is it? Can you see the nothing in the space where your eyes don’t see?
That song always gives me the heebeejeebees, because it’s true…
When rats leave a sinking ship, where do they go?
I go on some really oddball ramblings when I’m tired. When I was in high school, I’d usually get up at 6 for school on Fridays and go out after football games, usually not going to bed until 2 or 3 in the morning…and after a week of sleep deprivation (4-5 hours a night, yay for high school), you better believe I was borderline delirious by 2 AM Friday night.
One that nags me: What is the sound of silence? No matter how quiet it is, you can still hear something if you concentrate.
Did mining companies keep emergency canaries just hanging around? Who fed them?
Silence is the ringing in your ears after the ringing of the bell has faded…the little place inside your head where you can just say “I am”…the sound that follows the soft <thud> of the canary falling from its perch and precedes the loud <thud>s of miners’ footfalls…the sound of one rat sinking–no wait, that’s more like <squeak-gurgle-gurgle>…the song of the gneechees, who sing the music the filthy scarecrow dances to when you aren’t looking where he would be if you weren’t looking there…the sound a pet goat makes when his mouth is sealed with masking tape and the cherry tree cannot hear his screams in space…After midnight, after midnight…
The universe laughs behind your back. This is the thought that often rattles around my head when it’s devoid of other thoughts. It’s usually either this, or something sexual. Usually something sexual. Ick, this stream’s running straight into the gutter, time to go…
The White House